book-o-spells:

I have a headcanon that Lily, ironically, loved flowers and during fourth or fifth year James found out. So when he tried to woo Lily he would always have a bunch of flowers as well. Every week there would be a new type of flower (don’t even ask how much trouble he got into with Professor Sprout), roses, daffodils, daises, tulips, just about every flower you could possibly imagine. 

This carried on until early sixth year, until one day Lily had received an angry letter from Petunia about how she was such a freak and how her boyfriend, Vernon didn’t want to come to the house anymore because she was so weird. Lily was absolutely heart broken, when James showed up with a bunch of petunias.

“Evans, I got you some flowers…” he said. At that point, Lily burst into tears and was violently sobbing. James was shocked because she’d never broken down before when he gave her flowers. 

“Hey, hey, hey,” he said and he helped her back into the Common Room, where they sat down. “Why don’t you tell me what’s wrong?” 

Lily really needed a friend right now and maybe, just maybe, Potter would understand. First she just talked and talked about her sister, but she realised how good James was at listening, so she kept talking about everything. The war, how scared she was, that Transfiguration test she was so sure she would fail. James listened like he’d never listened before, and when she was done he pulled her into a hug and told her everything would be okay.

And that was the day Potter and Evans became friends.